Never again in my life<\/b>: will I wear those stupid pointy shoes I bought last year. I don’t think my feet have yet recovered.<\/p>\n
When I was five<\/b>: I had an imaginary dog who would chase after our car. His name was Hinkle.<\/p>\n
High School was<\/b>: horrible while I was there – and now seems comedic, in memory<\/p>\n
I will never forget<\/b>: the moment when he touched my right foot, on that cold night, shivering in my car, on the shores of Lake Michigan, in the parking lot at a Christian college (if you feel like it …<\/a>)<\/p>\n I once met:<\/b> Elia Kazan By noon I\u0092m usually<\/b>: awake<\/p>\n Last night I<\/b>: downloaded Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” and listened to it over and over and over and over … It’s sheer perfection, seriously, I can’t get enough. It’s playing right now, as a matter of fact. I am so not done yet.<\/p>\n Next time I go to church<\/b>: will be this Sunday<\/p>\n What worries me most<\/b>: how much time have you got?<\/p>\n When I turn my head right, I see<\/b>: my blue bookcase, filled with my entertainment biographies. Goldwyn, Grant, Grodin, Guinness, Hawn, Hepburn, Huston, Kazan, Keaton, Miller, Monroe, Nijinsky, Ovitz, Russell, Sedgwick, Sher, Taylor, Wallach, Wilder. That’s the shelf I see<\/p>\n When I turn my head left, I see<\/b>: my coffee maker<\/p>\n You know I\u0092m lying when<\/b>: uhm – I blush. But blushing is also when I’m telling the truth, like: “I am in love with you” or whatever. I’ll blush THEN, too. Basically, pay attention when I blush because you just don’t know WHAT will happen next.<\/p>\n If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I\u0092d be<\/b>: Wow. I like to flatter myself that I am Rosalind. But I can also be Jaques, on a darker day. I always really related to Viola.<\/p>\n By this time, next year<\/b>: no comment.<\/p>\n A better name for me would be<\/b>: Gigantic Nerd. (Thanks, Mark!!)<\/p>\n I have a hard time understanding<\/b>: the lollipop-head-stick-figure-body trend in female bodies right now<\/p>\n If I ever go back to school I\u0092ll:<\/b> have an experience similar to that of Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed<\/p>\n You know I like you if<\/b>: I bust your chops.<\/p>\n Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Geraldine Ferarro are<\/b>: completely unrelated to one another in every way that is possible.<\/p>\n Take my advice, NEVER<\/b>: switch from vodka to tequila<\/p>\n My ideal breakfast is<\/b>: scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, homefries, bottomless cups of coffee<\/p>\n A song I love, but do not have is<\/b>: Okay – I have been trying to track it down but it does not appear to be on iTunes and I’m PISSED – the song is “Vienna” by Aztec Camera, I bleieve. NOT the Billy Joel “Vienna” – this is a different one. I ADORE the one I’m talking about – and I have it on an old mix tape but have since been unable to find it.<\/p>\n f you visit my hometown, I suggest:<\/b> go to Phil’s for breakfast. Go to the Mew’s for dinner. Go to the Ocean Mist for drinks after. And definitely walk along the seawall.<\/p>\n Why won\u0092t anyone<\/b>: tell Michelle Kwan that her time is up, and it is time to disappear already.<\/p>\n If you spend the night at my house, DO<\/b>: NOT JUDGE me if I fart in my sleep. Because we will be sleeping in the same room, and you just don’t know what will happen.<\/p>\n I\u0092d stop my wedding for:<\/b> like – at the altar?? Uhm – a terrorist attack.<\/p>\n The world could do without<\/b>: Jessica Simpson, Paris Hilton, Osama bin Laden.<\/p>\n I\u0092d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than<\/b>: Horrible. Disgusting. I hate this question. I guess I’d rather do THAT than lick the belly of a “t” – but seriously, I might have to kill myself if I had to make that choice.<\/p>\n My favorite blonde is:<\/b> natural blonde? My friend Allison. Fake blonde? Marilyn Monroe.<\/p>\n Paperclips are more useful than<\/b>: a manual typewriter.<\/p>\n San Diego means<\/b>: there’s a zoo there! And sea lions! And tracey and her beloved!<\/p>\n I got this from Tracey.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Never again in my life: will I wear those stupid pointy shoes I bought last year. I don’t think my feet have yet recovered. When I was five: I had an imaginary dog who would chase after our car. His … Continue reading
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\nThere\u0092s this girl I know wh<\/b>o: if she takes a shower – and afterwards has to poop – she will then take another shower.<\/p>\n